I haven't seen you since December It was a long long drive Out in the middle of the desert I wondered if I might cry When we arrived it was as if there had been no time Since the day that you moved out from down the hall It was good to see your books and smell your perfume It was good to see your pictures on the walls You said you had to take me somewhere And we went out into the night A shrine devoted to a sinner Illuminated by candle light We wrote all of our dreams on scraps of paper And put them in a wall of ancient play The wishing shrine is all that we are made of You held my hand until the night had turned to day